Chinese Martial Arts: From Brawling on One Street to Taking on the World

This book is very "dirty" - I'm not talking about the words, but the street smell that hits my face. While other urban novels were still writing about CEO bodyguards and abandoned young men from wealthy families, "Guoshu" directly plunged the camera into the mud of the unfinished building in Jiuxiang, letting an orphan who shouldered the debt for his master use his fists to snatch a way out of the mouth of a local snake inch by inch. In the first few fights, no spiritual energy or armor was used, but joint skills, iron bridges and horses, and the reckless and bloody nature of "fear of death but more afraid of sorry for others" were used to create a sense of texture of "defeating the strong with the weak". What is even more commendable is that when the story slides from street fighting to gang integration and martial arts school establishment, the narrative does not collapse. The old debt of master Huo Chuan, the desperate situation of Qin Yang and other brothers, and the hidden line of "protecting the people with force" always keep the characters on the coordinates of "people". Even though there are signs of martial arts myths in the later period, it seems that it still maintains the texture of the collision of muscles and bones - not floating, not mysterious, like the long breath of an old boxer when closing his posture. If I have to find fault, the female characters are currently a little thin, and the emotional line has not yet outperformed the martial arts. But as a male pornographic novel that aims to "go from the rough to the spine", its balance between passion and sense of proportion is already rare. It is suitable for all readers who miss fisting to the flesh and believe that the world is not in the clouds but on the street corners.